"Well this is going to be fun."
Dean Winchester stood on the edge of the castle roof, grinning like a loon, looking out at the sun rising over the capitol city, err town. Regardless of the size of the village, the view was beautiful.
"It's not fun yet, Winchester." His temporary partner, Zachariah Arch growled. His brother Raphael folded his arms next to him, trying to appear intimidating. God, why did he ever team up with these guys? "The fun comes after we get the crown."
Dean sighed. "Fine. Be a killjoy. Pass me the damn rope."
A minute later, Dean was being lowered rapidly through a newly made hole in the castle ceiling. He could see the glint of the sunlight on ff the untouched crown. It looked beautiful, just sitting there out in the open. Well, not completely. There were guards. But who cares about them?
When he was low enough. Dean tugged the rope slightly and the 2 thugs holding the other end of the rope yanked it, hard, stopping his descent. Dean was about to gently place the crown in his pack when one of the guards took a deep breath and involuntarily lifted an elbow to his mouth. Perfect.
One sneeze and a tug of the rope late, Dean was whizzing back up through the ceiling.
"Feel better!" He called down cheerily.
Before the brothers re-affixed the missing piece of the roof, Dean could see the poor guards scurrying around below like confused little ants. Dean felt a twinge of pity for them. They were probably going to be switched to manual labor now, building the new walls around the town or something like that, now that there would be no more crown to protect.
"Why the hell would you do that Winchester?" Raphael asked menacingly. Or, at least he tried to. Dean thought he just looked constipated. Dean shrugged, unperturbed.
"Nothing wrong with a good run first thing in the morning." And he took off, leaping off the roof and racing towards the road that led to the forests on the edge of the city.
"Catch me if you can!" He yelled back.
The brothers tore after him, cursing and swearing to kill him in at least 50 different ways, each more gruesome than the next. Oh right, this was why he worked with their type-they were just so much fun to annoy.
"Winchester! Slow down." Zachariah barked, more like panted, 10 minutes later. Dean slowed to a jog.
"Tired already?" In all truth, Dean was about to collapse himself. But he wasn't about to admit that to Thug 1 and Thug 2.
Dean leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath while pretending he wasn't. As soon as his breathing normaled, he took in their surroundings, Then, he stood bolt upright.
"What. Is. That?" He asked, anger rising. Zachariah turned lazily not seeming to care too much, Raphael didn't even bother looking.
"What the hell is that?" Dean cried.
"Shut you mouth." Zachariah glared at him. "Or would you like to try to get us caught again?"
Dean ignored him, and grabbed a paper nailed into a tree opposite him. "What the hell did they do to my chin?" He turned the paper around to show the Arch brothers a wanted poster featuring:
Dean Winchester
Extremely dangerous
Reward: 50 gold coins
and a giant picture of Dean in the middle. Or, it was supposed to be. The sketch was terrible, but none of it was as bad as the double chin that sagged down to join Dean's neck.
"Stop being so vain, Pretty Boy, it' a warrant for your arrest."
"Easy for you to say." Dean squatted down to examine the photo of the two brothers. "You guys are spot on!" That would probably be due to the fact that the Arch brothers had been caught before, twice. Somehow, they kept escaping. Dean wasn't too sure how-they weren't very bright.
A neigh rang out from the forest behind them, cutting their argument short. "And we're off." Dean announced, stuffing the wanted poster into his satchel and dashing off, leaving the brothers once again cursing and coughing dust in his wake.
The three thieves led the soldiers in a merry chase through the forest. They had lost a few soldiers along the way, until their only pursuer was the Captain and his horse.
"Come on, Sam, faster." Dean heard the captain urge his horse. Looking ahead, Dean spotted a treeless plot of land. But somehow, Dean knew it wasn't a clearing. As he studied it, the ground rippled, almost like water. Quicksand.
"Faster!" Dean yelled, leading the brothers forward. At the last second, Dean grabbed a branch from one of the lone, overhanging tree and scrambled up its trunk. He watched with uncontained glee as the brothers ran straight for the quicksand and immediately began to sink. The idiots began waiving their arms around and flailing about, trying to save themselves, all the while pushing themselves lower and lower through the wet earth. The army captain watched in satisfaction as well, and after a few moments, when it seemed pretty obvious the brother's weren't going anywhere, the Captain urged his horse back around, and took off back into the dense forest, presumably to go get the rest of his men. Obviously, he didn't realize that there was a third man involved. Dean gave a whoop of joy and hopped down from the tree, landing softly. Now, where to go?
Dean didn't exactly have a home. Mostly he just bounced around, sleeping wherever. Tonight he was probably going to sleep in a clearing somewhere, or maybe, if he was lucky, he'd find an inn to sleep where he didn't have to fear of being stabbed in his sleep for no apparent reason.
Dean obviously couldn't stay here-the guards would be back soon. He had some time, though, so Dean walked back into the forest slowly, taking a leisurely pace. He felt good. The weather was perfect, the forest was beautiful, and he had a crown- real money- in his satchel. What else could he need?
"What about family?" That annoying voice in the back of his head asked, sing song-ly. Dean smothered the idea. Hey, he was in a good mood right now; no need to go spoil it with stupidity.
As Dean strolled through the forest, he suddenly heard voices coming from the other side of a rock in front of him. Dean immediately ran for cover, and hid in the shadows of some underbrush so he could watch to see whom the voices belonged to. in the end, it was just some couple walking through the woods. Nothing to be afraid of.
As Dean came out from his hiding spot, he took a closer look at the boulder from where the couple seemingly emerged. The rock was covered in what at first glance looked like regular ivy. But as Dean examined it, he realized that the 'ivy' looked more like a curtain of leaves that someone had strung together to cover-what? A rock?
Dean pushed the wall of leaves aside to reveal a hidden clearing. In the center of the clearing stood an old, abandoned looking tower.
"Awesome." Dean thought. He wasn't going to have to sleep on the ground or in some flaky inn tonight. Now, how to climb it?
First of all, thank you guys so much for all the views this story has gotten already. None of my stories ever got so much traffic so quickly. So thanks a ton for that, and keep the views coming, please!
So the next chapter is back to Cas again. but once they meet, do you guys want me to continue switching perspectives? Or would you rather I pick either Dean or Cas and have them be the 3rd person limited narrator for the rest of the story? Let me know what you guys think.